Glimpse Into the Past

A nice warm day shouldn't be worrisome for anyone. Well, maybe for someone rushing to a an important meeting or date in a suit and tie. This wasn't, however, the case. Günter was pretty much worried because the clouds covering most of the sky had never cleared up so fast, almost instantly.

While wandering he had chosen to follow a new route on mostly familiar grounds and not only the weather, but also the surroundings were weird. It wasn't the first time for Günter to be exploring, often had he decided for extra steps and more than once been lost, yet never experienced something like this. The most reasonable thing to do was to follow a river.

Günter heard repetitive thuds, the source seemed to be under the river bank. Still not knowing where he was or whom he might encounter the steps towards them were taken with a great care.

There was a nice terrace underneath, it was not a sandy beach, not even a clearing, but had enough space with minimal undergrowth and therefore easier to move around. The rustle of the running water was quiet enough and didn't block out the sounds of two persons.

One of them was a female, a young one, her light-brown hair was set into two braids. Unusual, though, was her clothing. Its style seemed to originate from some long gone era. A brownish dress with an apron, an off-white blouse, under the hem of her dress bare feet were visible.

Was her costume historically correct, Günter couldn't tell. He wasn't historian nor cosplayer. Even if he had had thorough knowledge in the particular field, he might have not cared for it. While the maiden was wearing rather unusual clothes, her partner wore none. Instead, there was a pile of cloths, most likely made out of his former attire. Günther's attention was, however, drawn to something much more interesting, to what was going on.

The naked man, not old, but definitely having seen more winters than the girl, supported himself against a tree while receiving a harsh birching. The bundle seemed to have lost most of the leaves. Günter couldn't exactly see the condition of the his backside, but his twitching hinted that it must have been pretty challenging to endure.

It took a while for Günter to wake from his astonishment and glance around to be sure he was hidden enough for no one would accidentally stumble on him secretly enjoying the show in an unusual setting. While he was a bit anxious to find out where he was and where he should go, this seemed to be a fair reason for postponing his exploration for a while.

The birching seemed to take surprisingly long time, especially as Günter hadn't come across it from the beginning. The lashes, though slowly paced, seemed to be mixed with rage, at least the maiden's body language gave the idea. In contrast of grace in her other movements now and then, the blows she delivered didn't look like being delivered by a well-trained dominatrix.

Now Günter took some time to have a closer look on the man's piled-up clothing. Neither the style nor details couldn't be distinguished, but much brigher colours hinted that he had accidentally stumbled onto a roleplay of peasant girl and nobleman – the roles were 'reversed', though.

Still, something seemed to be off, his anxiety was fed a bit more after the last blows had been delivered and the maiden had thrown away the bundle of long and slender twigs. A few louder words that came from her lips while she grabbed and tossed her sub on the ground were undoubtedly unknown. Familiar in a way, yes, but still unrecognisable.

Normally Günter would have pondered over it, but considering what was going on he preferred to set the thought aside as much as he could and pay attention on the performance near the river where the naked man had been pushed down on his belly while his tormentor had squatted down and bent herself over his upper body as if telling or whispering something.

Günter's gaze shifted to the man's buttocks and thighs. Those had indeed red stripes all over. Actually, the real surprise would have been if there hadn't been any. The time spent on the ground allowing some rest and recovery must have been a real relief for the spankee.

There was definitely some verbal interaction between them, was it one-sided or mutual, it was not possible to tell. Not a single word reached to the peeping spot, but occasional slaps and punches suggested that it wasn't over and who knows how much more was yet to come.

Günter couldn't overlook anymore that his cock had hardened and needed attention. The trousers stayed up, but his hand sneaked inside.

Eventually the maiden rose and a kick on her partner's shoulder was a signal for him to get himself from the ground as well. He got up on his knees. This manoeuvre was not the smoothest, he was a bit worn-off after all; on the other hand, excitement appeared to be present both in his motions and the way he presented himself before her – hips pushed forward and half-erect cock showing signs of hardening.

His tormentor pointed him to budge forward. It didn't take too much effort to move on his knees, the soil was after all softer than a regular floor and tender for the knees. When he was kneeling at the desired place, the girl made the final adjustement herself by shifting his pile of clothing directly in front of him before stepping on it.

Günter would have been glad if he could have understood the now audible words and phrases coming out of the damsel's mouth. Then again, considering which kind of activity was taking place, it didn't need much imagination to guess. After all, what is it one could say while standing on the submissive's garments, slapping his face and occasionally kicking his thighs or testing his balance by poking his chest with her toes…? Call him names? Humiliate him for his male member remainig hard while he was being treated like this? Maybe something about his supposedly fancy clothing as she briefly got off of the pile to stir it with her foot before stepping back. How dirty those pieces of garment would have become if it had happened after rain…

The girl's body language expressing disgust and the verbal insults really made Günter feel that his hand pushed into his trousers was not enough. It also seemed that the entertainment was about to end soon anyway as after a short command, followed by a spit in the face, the naked kneeler's hand closed around his shaft.

Günter threw a few glances around him, although he actually didn't expect anyone to be nearby and see him. He had felt himself being hidden enough, just some extra reassurance was beneficial for undoing the trousers and lowering them enough so they wouldn't be too much of an obstacle while moving his own hand along the length of his own cock.

And so there were two lustful males getting themselves off. One of them on his knees before the mean maiden, the other on top of the bankment wishing to be down there instead.

The game was over right after the kneeling man erupted. There was no more interaction, no aftercare. The girl who had delivered the degrading, yet captivating, treatment walked away. She didn't give him a final hard kick which would have made him lose his balance, she didn't pull him on the ground by hair, she didn't even spit on him for the last time nor didn't say a few final words. No, she just made her way to her shoes placed neatly under a bush, hidden from an initial glance, put those on and started her ascend to the top of the river bank.

Had they met near the river by a former arrangement or had they arrived the spot together, it was not possible to tell. The way back to reality was certainly apart from each other and Günter decided to follow the girl. Without realease he tucked his cock back in and fixed the trousers. For him the thrill was still on. He was about to get some clue if it would be possible to find the girl later. To have any lead at all. At least to find out if there would be a reason to even think about it further or to let the whole thing become just a memory – a memory he surely would come over again and again.

The former tormentor, now wearing also headwear which hid her hair, was leaving straightforwardly and suprisingly fast. Her manner of moving around was another sign that something was off and still Günter wasn't completely certain what it was. Moreover, his mind was still at the spectacle having less room for other thoughts.

He lost the maiden from his sight. Not because he wouldn't able to keep her pace, but because he had taken extra care not to give himself away. It wasn't a complete failure, however. He was on a more or less clear trail by now and all he had to do was to follow the path. Even better, there was no need to hide himself anymore, now he could step onwards carelessly, even if he would accidentally run into her. He would be just a random passer-by completely unaware that anything interesting had taken place.

* * *

Günter turned almost instinctively around and began backtracking. He had seen a village, a village that was undoubtedly old without anything that could belong to the modern world.

His feet carried him along the familiar path, but in the opposite direction. The thoughts were as if being switched off and the only goal was to go back all the way and hope for the best. Only when a human-like figure ran off the trail in front of him he paid some attention to the surroundings again and thought that it might not be wise to stumble into the man from the riverside. However, the one fleeing from him a moment ago had been a woman. He hadn't caught much of her looks, but she had to be young considering her swiftness. Her clothing was similar to the other girl's and finally Günter had to put it into words – he had probably gone back in time and was centuries apart from his own era.

Now that it was acknowledged, the only thoughts he could deal with, the only thoughts that were bearable, were those about the happening by the river. Therefore it was no wonder he stopped there. The former peeping spot was the only place of significance.

Meanwhile the naked man had gone, Günter was alone. His mind was by no means clear enough to do something rational, he had to calm down first. The fact that there was not a single person around had been great as long as he had secretly enjoyed the show, now it was the other way around. Yet, on the other hand, what could anyone at all do in his favour, even with willingness to help?

The dominant maiden, she could have actually done something… Put him on his knees before her and degrade him, push him on the ground and trample him, order him to jerk off, give a good harsh birching. Whatever she would do or made him to do, as long as she'd be in charge.

Unfortunately, she wasn't there. Being aware that it was impossible the domina of Middle Ages would show up, he still felt the urge to descend from the riverbank, rip off his clothes, get on his knees and… then what? He'd be still alone, his clothes wouldn't be trampled on, he would still be unbeaten. There wasn't even a single piece of garment the maiden had left behind. Not a single thing to touch, smell or wrap around his cock which was rock hard again. The remains of the birch rod didn't count as an option. As there was no good reason to descend, remaining in his own peeking-spot was possibly the best to lighten his burden.

Günter's belt was already unbuckled and the waistband of his trousers around his knees, much lower than it had been before. His hand was moving fast and the maiden of interest was present in his mind, still dominating and degrading, but not the guy who'd been bent under her will before. At the same time she was down there as well as up right next to Günter, being watched and watching Günter simultaneously.

As the sperm left his body, so did the image of the maiden from his mind.

* * *

Günter wasn't completely calm, it was still unknown if he'd be able to return to his own realm, but the circumstances seemed way less bothersome.

The way back continued. Every trampled piece of vegetation, every familiar odd-shaped stump or trunk ensured he was still on the right course. It wasn't too hard to backtrack, so his mind could wander and the other girl whom he only briefly had seen kept sneaking into his thoughts. Even if there wasn't much to ponder over. He could only imagine the reason why she had quickly run off the trail. Possibly because of his own attire, abnormal for her. If it wouldn't been safe to move around, most likely she wouldn't have been there at all.

Günter's thoughts were interrupted when he realised that an overcast had formed as quickly as the clouds had disappeared earlier.